TITLE: Target Protection

SUMMARY: Bella and Alice are street prostitutes, forced to work by a violent and sadistic pimp, who has no qualms about who he gives his girls to. Alice tries to run - and is caught and killed in a sadistic beating that Bella is forced to witness. Snatched from the streets by cops acting on an anonymous tip, she withdraws entirely into herself. She refuses to speak to anybody about the years she spent on the streets. Placed into witness protection, DI's Emmett McCarty and Carlisle Cullen move in with her for her own safety. Can they persuade her to open up to them - before it's far, far too late? Because Robert doesn't take kindly to his girls being taken, and he's got enough contacts to be getting closer every day.

WARNINGS: This isn't going to be pretty, OK? There will be a generous helping of violence, non-con, graphic scenes etc, etc.

PAIRING: Ends up as Bella/Carlisle

A/N: There are many people to credit for this story.

JinxedAngel: Gave me the title

the-hottest-cullen-girl: Gave me the pimps name (trust me, it's awesome) - seriously, I actually love you right now.

Star-struck-imagination AND the-hottest-cullen-girl AND Hot-sexy-vampire0330 (hot-sexy-vampire0330 is a sort of lol) AND Oriana De La Rose: Gave me the Carlisle/Bella pairing.

So thanks for the help guys! I love you all!

BPOV

It's freezing cold, but it doesn't bother Robert. He still insists we wear minimal clothing. Of course, that immediately makes us easier to be picked out - no normal girl wears a skirt about six inches long, knee-boots, fishnet stockings and a skimpy top in fucking January. But prostitutes do.

Me and Alice are shivering on a street corner together when he swans up. Well, I'm glad he's nice and cosy. I can't even feel my feet. He puts his hand on my hips.

"Girls…any business tonight?"

"Not yet, Sir."

"You know the consequences if you don't bring back money, Isabella. You know what happens. And you Alice?"

"One guy." She hands him the cash.

"Good girl. Good night, ladies." He disappears into the darkness. Alice watches him go, sullenly.

"Don't bother Alice. You know the rules."

"Fucking hell!" she explodes. "I swear, Bella, one day, I'm going to run." I don't say anything. We both know it's impossible. A car pulls up next to us. The passenger window is rolled down. "You take it," she mutters. "I've paid, I'll be Ok. You go." I nod at her, grateful, and saunter towards the car, schooling my expression into a relaxed, sexy one. I feel his eyes look me over, even though it's too dark in the car for me to see his face.

"Get in, then." His voice says, sounding spooky coming from the darkness.

We drive until we get to the common. He doesn't say a word, just parks the car.

"How much?"

"Depends what you want," I whisper, running one hand up his leg, stopping just before I touch him. I hear his intake of breath, but when he speaks again, his voice is steady.

"I want you in the back seat, and I want to fuck you like the filthy street whore you are," he says, roughly.

"You want to mark me?"

"No."

"Then it's £200."

"You'd best be the fucking best."

"Try me," I whisper, shifting, and speaking directly into his ear. He grabs my arms in a vice-like grip.

"Get in the back." I oblige, making sure he's got a good view of my under-wear less pussy. I hear him grapple with his zipper. It's a good thing there's room back here. He bends me over, so my hands are clutching the back of the seats. He flips my skirt up, and shoves himself roughly inside me. I moan, knowing they like it when I make noises, when they think I'm enjoying it. Sure enough he groans, reaching down between us to rub my clit roughly. He pulls out before he's come, and forces me to my knees. He thrusts his cock into my mouth, and I get to work. Robert loves me to give him head, says I'm the best in the business at giving head. And judging my the man's groaning, I'm not doing a bad job. I use all the tricks, using my hands to stroke his sac, while swirling my tongue around his head, tasting his pre-cum, using my lips to work the shaft, dragging teeth ever so slightly up and down, and moaning around him. He comes into my mouth, and I swallow, even though what I want to do is throw up.

When he drops me back off at the corner, he throws money into my lap. I pick it up and get out, in silence. He drives away, without looking back. Alice has gone, presumably off with a customer. But he is there.

"Isabella," he croons, looking at me. I swear it's colder. He yanks me back into the shadows, where we can't be seen from the road. He slams my back up against a tree. I hand him the money, silent, sullen, knowing I have to in order to survive. He runs one hand up my leg, stopping just before my skirt hem. At least the hand in question is warm.

"What do you want, Robert? I'm losing business," I say, staring at him. I've never working it out, but I'm the only one of his girls who's allowed to have any fire at all around him. He likes it, in a bizarre, twisted way, he likes it when I flout his rules, his regulations.

"Don't play dumb with me, you bitch," he hisses at me, gripping my leg so hard it hurts. I gasp in pain and shock. He's never gotten physical with me, not like this. He slaps me around the face, the sound echoing in the empty streets. "Where is she?"

"Who?" I ask, even though I know what he means, and my heart has dropped about a mile. He forces me to the ground, lying on top of me, using his weight to push me into the dirt.

"Where's Alice, Isabella? Where's she gone?" He snarls at me, pulling himself out, ramming into me. I scream, a scream that is cut off by his hand. He knows I'm as dry as a bone, that it'll be agony for him to do this. "You know where she is, you filthy, worthless, no good, disgusting little street whore!"

"I don't, I swear I don't," I sob, scrabbling at his face, pushing him away, crying with the pain, because he's not slowing down, he's getting rougher and harsher.

He left me there, crying, while he got up and tucked himself away.

"Bella? Are you back yet?" I hear Alice call. The feeling of relief that washes over me is enough to start a fresh round of sobs.

"She's over here," he calls, emotionless, and walks off into the darkness. I hear Alice run over to me, and she drops down beside me. I'm curled into a little ball.

"Bella? Oh, God, Bella, what happened?"

"He happened. Fuck, Alice, he thought you'd run, I thought you'd run away! He thought I knew where you'd gone!"

"Oh, Bella, I'm so sorry." I feel her gather me up, and I cry into her shoulder, unable to stop myself. She doesn't let me go, and helps me get back to the house.